Dead Sure?: A Paranormal Mystery Read Free Page A

feeling somewhat less than triumphant. Well, at least the position is filled.
    Jack’s head was spinning. There was so much to do. Where should he begin?   He decided to pack some clothes, the computer, and some other miscellaneous personal things. When he got his first check the rest of the stuff could be loaded up on a truck and shipped out. Wednesday is coming up quick, I had better get moving. He chuckled quietly to himself. This was turning out to be a heck of an interesting day. Forgetting about breakfast, he set to work packing.
     
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    Several hours later everything he needed for the short term was in some boxes and a suitcase. It was time to start loading up the car. Entering the elevator, he pushed parking level one and began to set the boxes down when his cell phone started singing , “you are the one I want ooya”. What ring tone is this? Oh, I bet Leslie was playing with my phone again. Jack flipped the phone open and said hello.
    “Jack, I miss you, do you miss me?” came Leslie’s bubbly voice.
    Jack was about to utter “not really” when an idea struck him. “Hey Leslie, why don’t you come over for lunch?  I have some good news.”
    “Okay, I’ll be there around eleven-thirty.”
    “Great, see you then.” This is perfect, she can hang out down by the car and keep an eye on my stuff while I load it up. Just as the elevator arrived at parking level one, Jack pressed the close door button and headed back up to his apartment.  It was already eleven; he wouldn’t have to wait long for her to show up.
     
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    Leslie arrived promptly at eleven-thirty. She immediately noticed the small pile of boxes in the living room. Jack quickly explained about the job and the quick move that needed to take place. She was happy for Jack but was concerned about any kind of long distance relationship, especially with a guy like Jack.
    “Jack you’re not really going to take the job? Are you?” Leslie said in a rhetorical tone, the wind gushing out of her sails. Things were just starting to go so well. We were just starting to really click. Who am I kidding, be a realist, you can’t tame the wild ones.
    “There’s not much I can do about it. I have to play the hand fate deals me,” he replied, thinking of his New York party life wistfully.
    “My ass, Fate didn’t deal the hand, your,” she started to respond in a tone slightly quieter than a shout before completing the sentence with a mumbled, “drinking and partying set the stage.”
    Jack stared back at her for a long moment chewing on what to say next. “ You’re probably not wrong about that.”
     
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    It wasn’t long before she was down in the parking garage standing beside Jack’s prize possession, his lime green Dodge Charger. Jack had gone back up to get more boxes. All too quickly he was down again with another load. It wouldn’t be long and he would be gone, probably for good. She had kind of known all along that the relationship wouldn’t last, but this was sooner than she expected. Jack was just so wild and unpredictable.
    This time Jack arrived at the car carrying several suitcases, with a duffel bag hanging off each shoulder. He lumbered along like a hulking monster. As he got closer Leslie noticed a strange look in his eyes.
    “Leslie, I need you to do me a huge favor. Please baby, I know it’s going to sound a little crazy.” The tone of his voice didn’t match his normal calm and in control demeanor.
    “What are you talking about? You seem upset.”
    “I overheard a couple of guys getting on the elevator. They said a repo man was talking to the desk manager about getting into the parking garage. I think he is coming for my car,” he said glancing around nervously. “Leslie, I need you to go to the parking garage entrance area and distract him while I sneak out of here.”
    “How am I going to do that?”
    “I don’t know, please, I really